Hypno Stories Novels & Stories

The good doctor had leaned forward with interest, listening, nibbling at the bait which had been dangled so delicately before him. Fishy fishy in the brook. Fishy fishy bite my hook . . . Richard had chewed the soft inside lining of his cheek, fighting back the titters, all the while thinking: My God, I’m going crackers. They went on to explain how they had heard today’s hypnotherapy might be just the thing, might help assess the situation. Maybe even cure it altogether. Dr. Ponds informed them they’d heard correctly, and that they had come to the right place in their discomfort. He conveyed how the procedure known as regressive hypnosis would more than likely uncover the mental obstacles fr

After the doctor injected the tranquilizer, Serena slipped back into unconsciousness. Nathan looked over at Blair, full of confusion, "What happened to Madam?" Blair relights a cigarette with an anxious frown, "Do you know about hypnosis?" Nathan doesn't say anything, of course he knows about this one, the top international hypnotist, it is said that he can directly hypnotize a person's memory.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

I saw her follow it quickly. “He won’t find out unless you tell him. Are you going to tell him? ” It’s obvious that she can’t take her eyes off my cock. She slowly shook her head, and that’s when I knew I already had her for tonight. “Come and kneel. Suck my cock and show me how great you are at sucking someone's cock.” What I said is like a hypnotization to her because she instantly followed me. She kneeled in front of me. With her shaking hand, she slowly pulls off my boxer shorts, making my cock slap her cheeks.

Build it again. We cycled through settings, my instructions growing more frantic— 'Six, throb deep, grind in circles'; 'Seven, escalate while pumping fast, thumb my clit base-only'; 'Eight, erratic bursts, alternate clit and G-spot.' Each phase edged me mercilessly, orgasms bubbling to the surface only to be snatched away. Jax sweated too, muscles straining, cock purple and leaking, his torment mirroring mine as I forbade his touch. 'No jerking yourself— watch me suffer, know you're making it happen.'

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

’ He questioned as his vision slowly cleared. The previous incident replayed in his head as he continued to silently sit on the bed, his eyes not moving anywhere else except his lap. The woman that entered earlier spoke as if she knew him, and for a long while too, yet, he couldn’t remember her at all. It was the first time in his life he had seen her. ‘Is this it? The story I am supposed to tell?’ He thought back to the words of Suit. If that was so, then how was this happening? Was he under some kind of drug?

And Hussain drove into the house. He parked the car at his special place before moving to Nafisa's. He picked up in a bridal way, making her shift in sleep. "Shhh" He whispered seductively into her ears. He dropped her on the bed and moves his head closer to her. She sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leans in, so his foreheads rest against hers. They close their eyes. Both their breaths are shaking. "Thank you," she says in barely more than a whisper.

Before she get out, she said, "Don't worry, close your eyes and relax. Mr Hayes won't be coming for at least two hours, that's how he is after getting into the office room. By the way, don't sleep and get drowned. I will be back in half an hour. " After she left, I closed my eyes and tried to forget everything that happened today. My life was turned upside down just like that. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and after some time, I felt relaxed at the same time my eyes felt so heavy that I could hardly open my eyes. Then all of a sudden, I was underwater. I wanted to sit back in my position, but I couldn't as my hands were slippery. I felt like I was going to die right there, in the stupid b

Aurora bit her lip, a storm of emotions churning within her before forcing herself to calm down. Soon, they arrived at another villa owned by Keegan. After they got Jaylene into the villa and into a room, another car arrived at the villa's entrance. A mixed-race man, slightly older than Keegan, with a friendly and refined demeanor, got out. Keegan introduced him as York Cooper, a renowned hypnotist. Keegan spoke with York in a universally recognized language before sending the others out of the room. Stella protested, but Keegan explained, "Hypnosis requires a quiet environment, and you're still dealing with morning sickness. What if you start vomiting at a critical moment?"